Burning bridges.
Building houses.
Squashing fires.
Taking time to love.
Hoping to learn to laugh.
There is no time,
Not enough space,
For all the dreams,
Left behind.
More than was dreamed of.
More than could be thought.
Comin' up!
What is now, is what we now got...
A song or poem,
A way to go,
And enough dreams
To leave a bunch 'come true
To be left behind!
Love,
Karla
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